Chapter 93 "......Are you back?"
Shelly walked hurriedly, but paused when he reached the school gate and took a step back silently.
That sense of surveillance has become more evident recently.
In the past, it would only appear around me occasionally, but now it has evolved to the point where as long as I dare to step out of the academy, I will be followed by the elusive black shadow.
But for some reason, only he could see the dark shadow.
He had tried to talk to Bertram about this, and as soon as he opened his mouth, that strange feeling of being watched appeared around him again. Shirley immediately closed his mouth, and that feeling disappeared immediately. He was very flexible.
In other words, the peeping eyes that came from nowhere would selectively monitor his behavior, indicating that the other party has limited energy and is more like an individual than a group. This kind of monitoring requires some kind of trigger mechanism: At present, it seems that the movement of position and the appearance of key words in the discourse will attract the attention of the person behind.
It was not until he left the campus three days ago that he felt the sense of being watched indiscriminately for the first time.
That day was no different from any other day. He heard that a child of the Eddie family had died and sent many people to ask for an explanation, but he was not interested in it and did not pay much attention to it. He did not expect to meet Duke Eddie waiting at the door of the laboratory.
"Won't you invite me in and sit down?" Duke Eddie shrugged towards the inside of the door. For some reason, Shelly always felt that there was a hint of real desire on his face.
"The lab is messy, and some toxic materials are not properly handled. Entering rashly could affect your health." He said calmly, leaning against the door. "What's the matter, Duke?"
I heard that the Duchess was seriously ill not long ago, and now her own child has died. Shirley couldn't think of anything more worthy of the Duke's personal visit at this time than those two things.
Duke Eddie withdrew his gaze from the door, stared deeply at Shelly's face, and spoke after a while: "The exploration of the cave ruins will be restarted, and we need powerful mages."
......
Consciousness returns.
Shelly lowered his eyes, his hand unconsciously touching the thing pinned to his collar.
It was a simple golden brooch the size of a fingernail.
That was a gift from Earl Eddie. Edith once asked him to carry the gift from the investor with him - it was said that it was to maintain the relationship and make it easier to cheat more money.
This is the thing in yourself that has the deepest connection with the other person.
Shelly pulled it off casually. Sunlight shone on the smooth surface of the brooch. He glanced at it and threw it lightly. With a flash of white light, the thing disappeared into the grass by the roadside and rolled into the mud.
He walked towards the outside of the academy without looking back.
Unfortunately, the feeling of being watched still existed. Shelly was not too disappointed. It was unlikely that someone with such a shadow-like ability could rely on only one object to maintain surveillance.
He acted like a normal person, and even though he was extremely anxious inside, he looked calm on the surface, as if he was just out for a walk.
The magic circle he set up in Edith's private library responded.
He had arranged these in his private library ever since there was a discrepancy between his perception and Mary's statement before school started.
In order to avoid being discovered by the intruders, and to avoid being misjudged by Mary coming to take something, he carefully designed the trigger conditions and set them to be extremely harsh: come in when the protective shield is not damaged, take away a small number of items in a scattered manner, and move quickly. Before leaving, you must stay for more than one minute, but you cannot take anything during this period.
Only when all the above conditions are met will he be able to sense the prompts from the magic circle.
Small and scattered numbers indicate a clear target, short time indicates familiarity, not damaging the protective shield indicates possession of a valid key, and wasting time moving items means the other party is deliberately trying to conceal the fact that they have been here.
A person who is familiar with the environment and materials, has the key and wants to conceal his whereabouts...
Shelly took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, letting the cool air suppress the heat in his body. He walked straight to Edith's apartment without looking around, opened the door and went into the basement.
The prying eyes became more and more intense, as if they wanted to record everything he took away. Shelly lowered his eyes and said nothing, quietly opening each box and comparing the numbers in his mind.
Missing five Corolla grasses, three sunflower fruits, a bottle of ordinary tree sap, and...
His movements gradually slowed down.
So strange.
He thought he could judge what kind of medicine the other party wanted to make by looking at the small amount of things, but it was obvious that the intruder took away more than enough to make one pot.
and......
"Why are these all necessary materials for third-year Potions experiments?"
He closed his eyes and recited the third-grade textbook silently, listed the necessary materials one by one, compared them again, and confirmed his ideas.
...Could it be a third grader?
But now that the semester is coming to an end, there is no reason to look for materials to refine it now.
Shelly pondered for a moment, and finally left the private vault without taking anything.
Seeing that there was nothing to see, the staring eyes finally closed.
Shelly sighed, feeling a lot more relaxed. He turned around at the door and remained silent for a moment facing the familiar environment.
"teacher."
"...Are you back?"
......
"I'm back!"
Hedda yelled and threw her things onto the sofa, causing a corner of the soft cushion to dent. She didn't care and just lay down halfway with the book on her shoulders, her face full of despair: "I really can't stand Marcia anymore. When I first started school, I thought she was a gentle potion teacher, but when I got to know her, I realized she was a super villain!"
"The time limit is thirty minutes. Complete the preparation of the potion she just talked about in class within two materials - Oh my God, I don't even remember which page it is! Ah, I hope I can enter the third year as soon as possible. After the specialization, I will decisively abandon potions..." Her voice became smaller and smaller, and she gradually realized that something was wrong.
Where is Edith?
She was a little confused, looked around and saw no one, so she took two steps into the room. The closer she got to the door, the stronger the sweet smell of medicine became, and it went straight into her head. But Hedda had just experienced the baptism of potions class, and she felt nauseous about the smell. She pushed the door open while retching.
"Are you back?" Edith, who was sitting between the two beds, looked up at Hedda, then quickly lowered her head and immersed herself back in the crucible.
Hedda: “…”
Hedda: "My Potions class was so miserable, and you finally got an exemption from class, but you're hiding in the dormitory making potions?!"
Goddess, can you let them switch?
Edith stirred the liquid in the pot, scooped out the residue at the bottom and poured it into the waste basket beside her. Without looking up, she replied, "Does Potions class hurt? That means you haven't practiced enough. That's great. Come over now and I'll make up for it for you."
Hedda disappeared through the door with a whoosh.
Edith smiled and called the man back: "I was joking, but I do need your help."
"Help me figure out what to do next."
Edith had roughly selected the formula that had overlapping medicinal ingredients with the luck potion and completed the initial preparations. The only question now was "how could it go wrong?"
She was too familiar with potions and was easily influenced by them, so it would be better to let Hedda, a blank slate, try it out in practice.
Hedda thought it was just some small favor like tidying up, so she ran back happily, until Edith pressed her down on the chair and she couldn't move, then she realized something was wrong.
“Isn’t this still refining medicine?”
"Third-year potions don't count as remedial classes," Edith said perfunctorily. "At most, it helps you make up for your shortcomings in operation."
She stopped, wrote down the steps she recalled on a piece of paper, and handed it to Hedda. After that, except for some steps that were beyond her ability, Edith remained silent and watched Hedda making the medicine quietly.
It was truly a nightmare that no one wanted to recall.
Edith once again held down her throbbing head, and with one free hand pressed down the lid that was about to be blown off by the steam. Hedda had lost control of the size of the flame and burned herself, and now she was screaming and casting a healing spell on herself.
The medicine overflowed from the table and seeped into the cracks in the wood, staining the tabletop red; a strange smell of burnt food drifted to the next room, and Bell, who was separated by a wall, couldn't help but walk over and forcefully opened the window.
"Who blew up the bathroom?"
Hedda hung her head and looked sad: "I."
How could someone make such a huge mistake!
Edith sighed, "My problem."
Forget that Heda couldn't make only one mistake at a time. With so many problems piled up together, even if the secret of refining the luck potion was really among them, she wouldn't be able to sort it out well.
"Why don't you try it?" Edith suddenly raised her head and looked in Bell's direction.
Bell's eyes widened and he pointed a finger at himself: "...Me? You mean, me?"
She has never been exposed to any knowledge related to pharmacy!
"Yes, it's you." Before Edith could finish her words, Hedda, finally freed, rushed out again at lightning speed. This time she learned her lesson and went straight into Bell's room, refusing to come out no matter what.
She doesn't want to take extra lessons anymore!
Edith glanced at the direction where the other party disappeared, and couldn't help but hold her forehead. "Hedda is not stupid, she is just too flexible. Every time she refines the medicine, she will have an idea and confidently change the necessary steps."
Therefore, compared to Heda who is too creative, Bell who knows nothing about potions and can only follow the tutorial step by step might be a better choice.
Belle was not a shy person. Since Edith said so, she sat down openly and took the spoon that Edith handed over. "What do you want me to do?"
Edith: "...wait a moment."
She looked around at the mess and took a deep breath, "Let me deal with the scene first."
......
Belle adapted faster than she thought.
In just half an hour, she was able to refine the medicine on her own according to the text without Edith's guidance.
"There are both advantages and disadvantages to being exposed to experiments right from the start." Edith put her hands in her pockets and said, "The disadvantage is that your basic knowledge is not solid, and it will be difficult to engage in research later. But since you plan to major in spells, there is no harm in learning more about potion practice."
Bell hummed, lowered his head to observe the potion, frowned, and then looked up at Edith: "The potion in the crucible suddenly turned green, is this normal?"
"I don't see the reaction result of this step written in the procedure. Do I need to continue?"
Edith was stunned for a moment, then raised her head: "Green?"
Finally she got the wrong potion with stable properties?
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